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Edited by Anonymous:
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[b]Perhaps I can get something done with this lazy ass.[/b]
Ling was in the Vehicles hangar, cleaning his specialized power armor with Arknin.
"[b][u]What have you been up to recently Ling?[/u][/b]"
The Priest asked.
"Nothing much to be honest, I mean my sister has shown up but that's about it."
Ling said to Arknin, though he did tell the truth he lacked on some details.
"[b][u]Wait, you have a sister?[/u][/b]"
"Yes Arknin, and no she is not single. So don't ask."
"[b][u]Aawww, really? That's a shame.[/u][/b]"
He sighed
Ling said no more and finished shining his Power Armor. He didn't want to be a lazy ass just sitting in his Quarters hiding a secret. Instead he wanted to go out and be useful, but the question was..how?
He did not know, but with Arknin assisting him into the power armor he set out, to do something.
"[b][u]So what are you doing exactly?[/u][/b]"
"I have no clue.."
He exited the Hangar, wanting to do something besides laying around his Quarters.
[spoiler]le open[/spoiler]
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"I do it on a near daily basis fighting the forces of the Warp, So do others. But did you mention bugs..? Like Tyranids?" Clearly Ling did not know this man wasn't familiar with Warhammer 40k. Arknin and Ciarn are carting a crate of alcohol back into the Hangar, shenanigans will ensue.
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"Forces of the Warp? And what the fück are Tyranids? And they're these like... Bug things. They walk on four pointy leg things, and their heads are like a... A... A triangular shape with pointy bits. They're killers."
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"Alright, The forces of the Warp are basically Demons. Tyranids range from what you just described to hulking behemoth monstrosities. Tyranids want to consume all organic life so it seems. Also by the way, There's 3 Gods of the Warp right now that you do not want to fücking touch. Khorne:An angry son of a bitch. The God of War, Combat, Blood and basically killing enemies as brutal as you can. Nurgle:The god of Life, Death and disease. That explains itself. Tzeentch:Huge dickwad, He is the God of Change, Magic and Fate. Point is, don't go near anything that doesn't look like Edgy military shit." He explained.
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"So, military edgelords are good, but evil looking edgelords are bad. Very bad. Okay. Gotcha." The man's tone gets a little annoyed. "And there are more fücking bugs here?! God fücking damnit, just as I thought I arrived somewhere without those fücking pieces of shit!"
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"We managed to keep them away for the most part. But the Daemon threat is more concerning. Every being besides the Tau is affected in the warp in some way. But basically The Imperium would be seen as the least evil faction in the galaxy." He said, even though said Imperium did the most despicable shit. Exterminatus for an Inquisitors birthday for example.
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"Aha... Okay, so Tau and The Imperium are the good guys, and everything else is bad. Really bad. Okay, okay... Are there, uh... Any uh... Species with, say, animal features like cat tails and ears...? Just, y'know, curiousity..."
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"Nope, Tau are Heretic Xenos. But any race with animal features..none that I know of." He said.
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Edited by Atom: 6/23/2016 11:22:51 PM"Yeah, I guess.. And what you said about Tau isn't exactly good so I'll shut up about her.." He replied.
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"Eldar are the worst when it comes to snobbishness, They belittle those who aren't them." He said even though he is fücking dating one. "But who knows, maybe if they stopped being dicks the Imperium would consider an alliance."
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"I met an Eldar earlier today. She was pretty damn cool. And why doesn't your edgy military forge an alliance with the Tau? They have awesome guns and cool mechs, which can make your edgy military even more edgy! You can be so edgy that emos will use your edge to cut themselves!"
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"They don't even melee! They have no honor hiding behind their fancy toys." That was literally his reason, but he doesn't regulate alliances with other species.
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"This chick blasted through this... Thing and the laser thing WENT THROUGH THE FÜCKING SHIP." [spoiler]True story^[/spoiler]
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"How...How did it not compromise the whole area?" He said, I mean Space is a fücking vacuum. Meanwhile I read up on ur post and o bby ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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"Probably didn't penetrate the hull.. I didn't see how far it went, after all; still though, those guns, man... Holy shit." He replied, knowing full and well what the other man meant. I've learnt well from you, Sensei.
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From stalking me. Arknin bursted out of the side entrance with each Mechandrite clutching a bottle of wine and scotch. "[b][u]Heeeeeeeey Ling. Do you want some.....Alcohol?[/u][/b]" Ling turned around, pissed. "God dammit Toaster Dick! Why is everyone drunk around here!?" He exclaimed with annoyance while the Priest walked over. "[b][u]Now now Ling, that was rude. Use your maaaaaaaaaaaannnnnneeeeeerrrrrssssssssss[/u][/b]" He said besides whispering to Ling about the last part even though everyone could hear it.
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Edited by Atom: 6/24/2016 6:38:51 AMWell, duh. The man tilt his head to the right when the Vibrator came (hue) outta nowhere - with alcohol. "Who the hell is that again? Wasn't that the guy who sneaked off while I was stomping around in my mech? And... you offering alcohol to just about everyone?" He said, peering at the bundle of twigs by leaning to the side a little, so Ling wasn't in the way. "And I'm not drunk for your information."
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"[b][u]Totes.[/u][/b]" Yes, he literally said that. "Did you just say.." Ling said, snatching a bottle of wine from the Priest. "I'm going to need a couple bottles to get that out of my head...You can come along too Tau Lover." He said.
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"Totes? Please don't tell me you dab too? And oh God, don't ever say something along the lines of 'damn Daniel' because goddamn do we have enough of that shit back home." He joined Ling at his side, and silently says, "I'm gonna need some booze to get that shit out of my head too.. And yeah, what are you gonna do about it?"
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"What the hell is a dab and Damn Daniel?" He asked as they entered the Hangar, warehouse whatever the fück. It was a big storage building that was all filled with a pimpin amount of vehicles. There was a Eldar Warlock in the room, shirt and helmet off and crying next to 3 bottles of scotch "What the fùck is one of those dagger eared prícks doing here?" Ling said, while Arknin starting to open more bottles of alcohol. "[b][u]That someone...helped me get this good shit.[/u][/b]" The Priest replies, handing Ling his now opened bottle of wine. Ling took a large swig. "This is that Spiced Eldar wine isn't it?" He said, feeling the effects of it because he was a Normie who didn't drink alcohol.
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"They're both cancerous. Let's leave it at that, yes? They're cancerous and I hate them." He replied, following Ling into the hangar-warehouse thingy, then he froze, looking at the crying Eldar with an expression that basically said "what the absolute fück is going on here?" but he didn't ask any questions, and instead just slowly shook his head. "'Nother Elf! That's pretty neat, I suppose. Emotional drunk, I guess. Whatever... oy, Ling, pass the bottle, eh?"
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Arknin handed another bottle of Spiced Eldar Wine. "[b][u]This stuff is rare so don't get...greedy.[/u][/b]" He said, woozily. Turns out Lucas may or may not learn a couple things here. Meanwhile the Warlock, who had silver hair and was rather skinny was saying random shit like. "[i]I need another bottle Mon'keigh![/i]" The Warlock said to the priest while Ling was literally chugging the spiced wine now, it was obvious he wasn't going to remember any of this by the time he was done.
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How would Lucas learn a thing or two? He gonna learn how it is to get drunk on some Eldar Spiced Wine? He takes the bottle with a thankful nod, and then took a very deep swig, swallowing without a second thought. That sounded very dirty. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He then waits for the effect of the alcohol to punch him in the face, though he, being a regular - but not an addict - wasn't too affected. "That stuff... is pretty good. How did that crying guy get his hands on this? And Ling you fück, he literally said that you shouldn't be greedy!"
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"I'm a Inquisitor bitch...and crying guy there must have dragged that small crate of wine with him." "[i]I have a name you know![/i]" He said, crying more. "[i]Nobody appreciates me! I'm treated like shit and belittled constantly![/i]" "That is..really depressing." He said, chugging it more trying to get that out of his head. "[b][u]Ling..you should seriously slow down before you end up like Ciarn.[/u][/b]" He said, pointing at the crying guy.
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"That really is depressing... Poor guy... So many assholes around on this ship... And I'm no bitch you little shit!" He takes another deep swig from his Wine Spiced Eldar before just chugging that stuff until it was half empty. "This stuff really is good... Oy, Ciarn! You did good bringing this stuff with you..."
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Ciarn was too busy crying to hear that, meanwhile Ling was getting rather woozy and out of focus. "No..you." He said, emptying the bottle within his mouth. He walked up and grabbed another from the crate, Arknin hesitatingly opening it. Ling took another swig, each step he made was slightly tilting. Arknin purposely released him from the suit, revealing his normal size. Around 6 feet. "I-i..got a game. Truth or Dare." He said even though it could lead to some shenanigans.
